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THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER.
IN SEVEN PARTS.
It is an ancient Mariner,
With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roar'd the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wonderous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald. And through the drifts the snowy clift Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we kenThe ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roar'd and howld, Like noises in a swound! At length did cross an Albatross : Thorough the fog it came; As if it had been a christian soul, We hailed it in God's name. It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steer'd us through! And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the Mariner's hollo!
The wedding-guest sat on a stone:
In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
“ God save thee, ancient Mariner!
Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon”The wedding-guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon. The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy. The wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he can not chuse but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. “And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along.
PART II. The sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea.
And the good south wind still blew behind,
There passed a weary time. Each throat
And I had done an hellish thing,
A weary time! a weary time! And it would work 'em woe:
How glazed each weary eye! For all averred, I had killed the bird
When looking westward, I beheld
A something in the sky.
At first it seem'd a little speck,
And then it seem'd a mist: Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,
It moved and moved, and took at last
A certain shape, I wist.
A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! 'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay,
And still it near'd and near'd: That bring the fog and mist.
And as if it dodged a water-sprite,
It plunged and tack'd and veer’d.
With throat unslack’d, with black lips baked,
We could nor laugh nor wail ; Into that silent sea.
Through utter drought all dumb we stood! Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,
I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, 'Twas sad as sad could be;
And cried, A sail! a sail! And we did speak only to break
With throat unslacked, with black lips baked, The silence of the sea !
Agape they heard me call: All in a hot and copper sky,
Gramercy! they for joy did grin, The bloody sun, at noon,
And all at once their breath drew in, Right up above the mast did stand,
As they were drinking all. No bigger than the moon.
See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Day after day, day after day,
Hither to work us weal; We stuck, nor breath nor motion,
Without a breeze, without a tide, As idle as a painted ship
She steddies with upright keel! Upon a painted ocean.
The western wave was all a-flame. Water, water, every where,
The day was well nigh done! And all the boards did shrink;
Almost upon the western wave
Rested the broad bright sun ;
And straight the sun was flecked with bars,
Nor any drop to drink.
speak, no more than if
Are those her ribs through which the sun
Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Was parched, and glazed each cye.
I closed my lids, and kept them close,
Lay, like a cloud, on my weary eye,
And the dead were at my feet.
The cold sweat melted from their limbs,
Nor rot nor reek did they:
The look with which they look'd on me
Had never pass'd away.
An orphan's curse would drag to hell
A spirit from on high:
But oh! more horrible than that
Is the curse in a dead man's eye!
Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse,
And yet I could not die.
The moving moon went up the sky,
And no where did abide:
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside
Her beams bemock'd the sultry main,
Like April hoar-frost spread;
But where the ship's huge shadow lay,
The charmed water burnt alway
A still and awful red.
Beyond the shadow of the ship,
I watch'd the water-snakes:
They moved in tracks of shining white,
And when they reared, the elfish light
Fell off in hoary flakes.
Within the shadow of the ship
I watch'd their rich attire:
Blue, glossy green, and velvet black,
They coiled and swam; and every track
Was a flash of golden fire.
O happy living things! no tongue
Their beauty might declare:
A spring of love gusht from my heart,
And I blessed them unaware!
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
And I blessed them unaware.
The self same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Belov'd from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise be given!
She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven,
That slid into my soul.
The silly buckets on the deck,
That had so long remained,
I dreamt that they were filled with dew;
And when I awoke, it rained.
'Twas not those souls that fled in pain,
For when it dawned-they dropped their arms,
My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
Around, around, flew each sweet sound, My garments all were dank;
Then darted to the sun; Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
Slowly the sounds came back again, And still my body drank.
Now mixed, now one by one. I moved, and could not feel my limbs :
Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I was so light--almost
I heard the sky-lark sing; I thought that I had died in sleep,
Sometimes all little birds that are, And was a blessed ghost.
How they seem'd to fill the sea and air
With their sweet jargoning! And soon I heard a roaring wind:
And now 'twas like all instruments,
Now like a lonely flute;
And now it is an angel's song,
That makes the Heavens be mute. The upper air burst into life!
It ceased; yet still the sails made on And a hundred fire-flags sheen,
A pleasant noise till noon, To and fro they were hurried about;
A noise like of a hidden brook And to and fro, and in and out,
In the leafy month of June, The wan stars danced between.
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
Till noon we quietly sailed on,
Slowly and smoothly went the ship,
Moved onward from beneath. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still
Under the keel nine fathom deep, The moon was at its side:
From the land of mist and snow, Like waters shot from some high crag,
The spirit slid: and it was he The lightning fell with never a jag,
That made the ship to go. A river steep and wide.
The sails at noon left off their tune, The loud wind never reached the ship,
And the ship stood still also. Yet now the ship moved on!
The sun, right up above the mast, Beneath the lightning and the moon
Had fixt her to the ocean; The dead men gave a groan.
But in a minute she 'gan stir,
With a short uneasy motionThey groan'd, they stirr'd, they all uprose,
Backwards and forwards half her length,
With a short uneasy motion.
Then like a pawing horse let go,
She made a sudden bound: The helmsman steered, the ship moved on;
It fung the blood into my head, Yet never a breeze up blew;
And I fell down in a swound. The mariners all 'gan work the ropes,
How long in that same fit I lay,
I have not to declare;
But ere my living life returned,
I heard and in my soul discerned
Two voices in the air.
“Is it he?" quoth one, " Is this the man?
By him who died on cross, But he said nought to me.
With his cruel bow he laid full low,
The harmless Albatross. “ I fear thee, ancient Mariner!" Be calm thou wedding-guest !
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In the land of mist and snow,
But a troop of spirits blest:
The other was a softer voice,
And clustered round the mast;
It mingled strangely with my fears,
Yet it felt like a welcoming. But tell me, tell me! speak again,
Swiftly, swiftly, flew the ship, Thy soft response renewing
Yet she sailed softly too: What makes that ship drive on so fast?
Sweetly, sweetly, blew the breezeWhat is the ocean doing?
On me alone it blew.
A little distance from the prow
I woke, and we were sailing on
Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat,
Like one, that on a lonesome road
But soon there breathed a wind on me,
I saw a third-I heard his voice: